"For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice," (T.S. Eliot).I don't write for the sake of being heard or admired.
I don't write because I want to add my input on all of today's trending topics or concerns.
I write because I have to.
I'm not an English major or an aspiring author, and I don't think I'd even label myself as a "blogger".
But I have to write.
I write because I feel I'd be disobeying God almighty if I didn't. I write because sometimes God teaches me things and sometimes I have something to say. I write because, when life gets a little rough around the edges, and I feel my passion fading, I can go back to what I wrote in the past and remember all the lessons I once learned, and all the lessons that are yet to come.
I don't write for you, but if you are encouraged in the midst of my ramblings, then I am glad. It's my prayer that it will encourage you, and motivate you or make you laugh.
I write for Him. I write for me.
In this brain of mine, there is a lot floating around (most of the time). And there are days that I don't think a single thought worth any value or even worth remembering.
But there are moments when I cannot deny that the Heavenly Father is speaking truth in my life, and when that happens, I can't help but write.
I write because I don't want to forget a single thing He tells me. It's much too important.
I write because I have to. There's no other way to life.
Happy Sunday Folks. Palm Sunday, that is.
"We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith; If it is serving, then serve; If it is teaching, then teach; if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully," (Romans 12:6-8).
